My gaze dropped to her lips. Lingered. Yuko's chest rose and fell with controlled breaths, her fingers digging into the edge of the table.
I could see the storm in her eyes, the way her pulse jumped at the base of her throat. She wanted to destroy me. But she stayed still. Because Haruna was watching. Always watching.
Then I shifted. Slow. Deliberate. I leaned in, my body angling toward hers, my lips hovering just beside her mouth. Close enough that the heat of her breath ghosted over my skin.
Close enough that, from the outside, it would look like a kiss—like I was claiming her in front of everyone. My hand found her jaw, my thumb brushing the edge of her lip in a featherlight touch, as if I were savoring the moment.
